I don't know what happened next , but I found myself near a rubbish bin down an alleyway. "This can't be happening," I cried softly. I buried my head in my arms. "What can't be happening?" Just for a moment, I stopped breathing entirely. I wiped the tears off of my face and made my best attempt to pretend I hadn't been crying. I looked up to see a very peculiar man. I don't know what made him stand out so much, maybe it was his haircut that was shabbily draped over one eyebrow, or perhaps his leather shoes that were at least two
